It's nice to be eighteen, but it's a pity that we can never go back.

The most fascinating thing about youth is that it is fleeting and never comes back.

Wen | Deep Sea Dream Shadow

/kloc-the first article in 0/8 years, recorded in 18 years.

When the last wave of post-90s generation entered adulthood, the post-90s old uncles and aunts set off a wave of nostalgia for 18 years old.

It seems that this is to live up to that time, and it seems that this can keep you young.

The blue sky in the distance, bicycles in the back seat, ponytail girls in white skirts and sweaty teenagers on the basketball court have all become synonymous with youth.

At the moment, I look at the sky outside the window. It is no longer as clear as it used to be. Looking back on the days when the clouds were light and the wind was light three years ago, I have an unspeakable feeling.

What's the weather like today when I'm eighteen? Is it wind, snow or sunny? What color is the sky?

Should I brush my books five or three times, or fight with cockroaches, or secretly share bread with my deskmate?

Did the person I like pass by the door today? Did the boy who said he liked me run away after he came into my sight?

Did I look back and see the face of the head teacher posted at the back door? Who did he take the novel hidden in the desk and whose mp3 player did he take?

Looking back at these pictures, there is a very unreal feeling. It seems that just yesterday, many years have passed.

My 18 years old is ordinary but not dull.

That year, on a winter night, we met the craziest wind ever. Sitting in the classroom, the wind outside the window hits the glass and makes a whoosh sound.

Finally, we watched the glass window shattered all over the floor, wearing thin school uniforms, and several friends gathered together to keep warm.

One night that year, we were frantically brushing math problems in the classroom when an earthquake struck. Some students shouted excitedly that the usual earthquake exercises were not practiced in vain, and finally they waited for this day.

That night, all the students spent an exciting night in the canteen. Everyone showed fear in their students, but they kept praying that the earthquake would come more violently and tried to turn the teaching building into ruins.

That year, all teachers had nicknames. The head teacher is very black, and some people call him a black dog. This biology teacher is Liu's father, nicknamed Liu's father. Senior one didn't know chemistry, so he gave the teacher the nickname Moore for three years.

That year, we liked to learn from our teachers. The Shandong dialect of the math teacher is very infectious. The head teacher's mantra has been repeated countless times by us.

That year, our lovely Chinese teacher could clearly count every couple in the class. When asking questions by name, couples are always put together, causing a sensation.

That year, the class teacher's favorite sentence, "Day after day, what do you do to eat?" This sentence is interesting and powerful, and students lying on their desks will always bounce up instantly.

That year, we liked physical education class best. Sitting under the old locust tree next to the playground, watching the boys on the basketball court lift the basketball above their heads, leaving a looming arc in the air.

That year, we collectively changed into work clothes. Bean green, what a heroic color, what a youthful color.

That year, what we were most looking forward to was the eve of the holiday. Eight people huddled in two beds, sharing their little secrets, who liked whom and who smelled of smoke.

That year, I secretly loved a boy in the name of a friend. I can't say what's good about him. He won't even get tired of fooling around. In the eyes of girlfriends, I am such a joke.

I thought there would be no story between us, but I didn't expect him to tell me on my birthday. I was so excited all night that I didn't tell everyone, but I didn't promise to be with him.

That year, I had several close friends. Boys teach us girls to play League of Legends, and I like Akali best. We ran out to eat a roadside stall, secretly shared a bucket of drinks in the self-study class, and clinked glasses under the table. Hit each other in the most difficult time, warning you not to get carried away.

That year, there were always a few boys behind you who made you laugh and cry. If you are sleepy, I will punch you. If you can't answer the questions in class, you will recite the answers. If you fall asleep, you will steal your snacks and put them on the table "intact".

That year, we were simple-minded. It's easy for girls to be jealous of each other and get back together, but that's because you saw me today. I didn't have time to say hello, but I was busy chatting with others.

In that year, we won't be lonely anywhere. Hold hands when going to the toilet. I don't understand why some people eat alone, go shopping alone and watch movies alone.

That birthday was really touching. After class, I was taken to the office to sort out my homework. After returning to work, I found someone secretly bought a cake and someone lit a candle. Four tables, eight people, turning off the lights is a quick carnival.

That year, being a class representative was really annoying. The teacher always has a report that you can't catch up with, and there are always several students who can't do the problem after racking their brains, and they are always anxious because they can't get the average score in a single subject in the class.

That year, I was lucky enough to be selected by my teacher to take part in the math competition. After burning the midnight oil for eight hours, I entered the examination room in a daze. My hands trembled when I got the certificate of the national third prize.

That year, we didn't have much living expenses, and there was no traffic on our mobile phones. We will send a long short message in the middle of the night with a dime, and write everything we want to say in the same short message, expecting a long reply.

That year, the food in the canteen was really bad. At the last lunch, I heard someone say, "Will you be sad? I will never eat such terrible food again. "

That year, it was very cold in winter. My hair washed in the morning is frozen into ice, and my hand is burning when it overflows the water from the water pipe.

That year, each of us had a big box at our feet, which was filled with all kinds of review materials, reference books, test papers, and books piled up in front of the desk were enough to cover our sight.

That year, we always had endless questions and answers. In the sea of problems, I had a long talk with Wang Houxiong.

I once really thought it was the hardest day, looking forward to the university in the eyes of my teacher and complaining about how time passed so slowly.

That year, roommates stayed up late, and the cold rice noodle sauce handed in late at night was delicious. I often crouch under a small desk lamp and stare at the dense words, wondering when they turn off the lights and go to bed.

I always thought that if I put the exercises in front of me, I would feel at ease.

That year, the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard sounded like an alarm. The banners posted in the class are brightly colored and the white words on them are dazzling.

On the eve of college entrance examination that year, a thief entered the school late at night. I stole some messy things, many students' ID cards disappeared, and even half of the bread I left for cockroaches disappeared. Masked youth with unknown gender and armed to the teeth shown in the surveillance.

That year, we went across the campus to shoot graduation photo. Freeze the smiling face in that hot summer, and every corner of the campus doesn't want to miss it. Unfortunately, we can't shoot the ever-changing clouds and the sunset glow that reflects half the sky.

That year, the college entrance examination bell rang and the last subject ended, which also announced the end of youth. It was raining heavily outside the window, so we didn't take an umbrella. Just because I heard someone say that the homonym of umbrella is scattered.

I clearly saw that some people cheered and finally liberated, and some people cried like dogs in the rain, which was embarrassing.

That year, the graduation party. Some students said, "If you don't say something, you'll never get another chance." How many people grab the last straw and confess to the girl they like?

That year, that day, we really graduated. Some students said that this group of people may never get together again in this life. Because of a word, how many eyes are dyed red with tears.

That year was really beautiful.

I dare not say that my eighteen years old is the best time of my life. There is no doubt that those days are extremely precious.

Three years later, I once again dug up the photos when I was eighteen. The sky is blue and my smile is green.

Our eyes are pure, arm in arm, wearing inappropriate school uniforms, and our faces are like flowers.

Do you have any contact with the person who accompanied you through the college entrance examination battlefield?

Do those girls who say they admire you still like you?

I tried my best to pursue your teenager, but now who are you with?

Those who are framed in the same photo, those who say that we have never been separated, and those who once sang the absurdity of youth in the snow, I will be worthy of you.

In the end, you will find that many things don't last long, and many people just leave suddenly.

Some people, in the blink of an eye, broke up and lost contact from then on. It's hard to meet such a group of people in college. More often, I survived everything.

Eighteen years old, time is really beautiful, good, very short.

My alma mater has been standing in the old place, welcoming and seeing off, safe and sound. And the moment we step out of school, it means we can't go back.

If I could go back in time, I would like to go back to eighteen.